Grant, giving them privacy.
Then he apologized to me.
I admitted that although Dad had forgiven him, I was still struggling.
Grant nodded.
“I understand.”
“But you stayed,” I said. “Even though you didn’t have to.”
He looked toward Dad.
“I think I’ve spent too many years being someone who never slows down for anybody. I’d like to change that.”
Later, from the airport parking garage, I called Beth.
“Did you land safely?” she asked immediately.
“Yes. Dad’s fine. But Beth, there’s something you need to know.”
“What happened?”
“Did
